I’ll tell you a tale, a baboons tale.
Hidden behind the ranges lies Two Waters Safari, home of the great African adventure.
There you can hunt the “Widow Maker” or his alter ego the “Clown of the bushveld”, or even the ilusive “Grey Ghost”. But slowly slowly, to catch monkey, as Mr. Kudu is the pimpernel of the veld; “That damned elusive Pimpernel”!
But there is not only an abundance of game, but also plenty tall tales and hospitality as endless, as the horizon in the Eastern Cape. So, leave the comfort of your couch, put on your broad brimmed hat and short shorts and “wys jou vleis”. Your hosts are my friends Sheryl Seady and Brian Seady darlings both. Plenty of G&T’s, guns and gents I promise. And if you come alone you will soon be in the company of “Dagga Boys”, bachelors all. So do go and trot with the “Poor Man’s Elephant”, on the bushveld’s untrodden path.
Come join the tribe and worship under the Southern Cross, our altar is the braai, and the holy trinity are boerewors, biltong and pepper steak pie. Sit around the fire, while a rhino impi munch on the, not so green, but pleasant land. But remember, they are rulers of the realm, so speak softly and wear your running shoes, just in case.
Dark continent? poppycock! You’ll be surrounded by the sun kissed veld, and the ochre colored mountains, they are Gods own. And beware, I warn you, a commando of baboons may close in, and you risk losing much more than just a plate of food, because you will probably lose your heart to Africa too.
Kipling wrote; “Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges — Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!”. Well then, go and stalk the “Black Death”, and send him of on the bullet train, the “Nitro Express”. It will arrive on time, that is if you can breathe calmly and stand like a man. So Africa is calling, because there is a hunter’s tale waiting to be told, and it is yours.